Match and try on, adjust the size, change accessories, styling and makeup, dress and organize, the time passes little by little, and the hour is coming soon.

Su Mo looked at herself in the mirror, revealing a smile full of youth and vitality in confidence.

Xiao Liang put the last tool on the dressing table into his oversized "suitcase", tidied it up a little, and "clicked-", and the box was re-locked, which also indicated that Su Mo was all ready.

"Xiao Momo, how is it, are you still satisfied with the craftsmanship of the slave family?" Xiao Liang, who was dressed in red, threw a wink at Su Mo in the mirror, his tone was delicate and charming, and he could hear the playfulness in it.

"Little lady is out, of course." Su Mo automatically filtered the playfulness and ridicule in Xiao Liang's words, and returned with a shallow smile, fresh and elegant.

"The slave family wants to thank Xiao Momo for his trust~~" Xiao Liang's eyes softened, his eyes waved, and his red lips pursed, which weakened the heroism in his beautiful face.

Coupled with the shape of his body bent into an S-line, his hands are holding his heart, and his slender and white fingers are placed on his chest weakened by the hard lines of the red clothes, which really creates a kind of weak beauty of Xizi's heart.

“…… Little lady, how can you let the majority of female compatriots live? Su Motou tilted his head slightly, his expression was puzzled and serious, as if he was really thinking about the serious question of "Xiao Liang is so beautiful a big man, how should other women survive".

“…… Heh, heh. Xiao Liang's facial muscles stiffened slightly, and he smiled unnaturally.

Su Mo shrugged his shoulders senselessly, turned around, and sorted out his reasoning and assumptions.

In fact, after seeing that the dressing room and dressing room of the three people were placed in three separate rooms. Su Mo knew that he really wanted to investigate not only their appearance, but also their interior.

Because all the preparation processes of the three of them in one hour are completely independent, they cannot influence or inspire each other, and because agents, assistants, etc., cannot help their own artists. Therefore, the final result depends entirely on the artist himself.

You must know that under normal circumstances, artists are responsible for interpreting or displaying products when the costumes and styling have been determined. Other words. What they do is a semi-propositional essay, others have given external "equipment" such as clothing styling, and the artist is responsible for using these equipment better and more skillfully to fight monsters and upgrades.

This situation requires artists to be precise and detailed, which is a normal category.

However, it is stipulated that in addition to performing and displaying goods, artists are also responsible for their own clothing styling. It's more like an open-ended essay. Other words. Not only do they have to be able to fight monsters and level up, but they also have to equip themselves.

In this case, the requirements for artists are very broad and deep, and few artists can meet them.

And in the face of the only help offered - a stylist who is familiar with the styling style - Su Mo did not choose to accept it.

No matter how skilled a stylist is, it will backfire if they can't accurately understand the look that the artist is expressing or needing.

Although the stylist provided is conducive to helping the artist create a style of styling, because they have not cooperated, the two parties do not have a tacit understanding, in this time-limited and very little information. The efficiency of communication will be greatly reduced.

So Su Mo chose Xiao Liang without hesitation, after all, the long-term cooperation has made both parties familiar with each other and formed a tacit understanding, not to mention. Su Mo didn't think that the Xiao Liang technique recommended by the monsoon would be worse than the person sent, nor did she think that the monsoon that gave her a lot of information to gnaw on herself didn't let Xiao Liang do enough homework......

At this moment, Xiao Liang, who was sitting lazily on the sofa, said casually: "Xiao Momo, have you caught the core of this interview?" ”

Su Mo turned to face him, his smile still so light and elegant. The brilliance in his eyes can make the hearts of others burn with it: "As I want, there is one worthy of it." A spokesperson who understands it and can resonate with it, rather than a star who can only attract attention. ”

That's right, resonate.

Only by isolating the influence of the outside world, allowing the artist to choose clothing accessories, design modeling and makeup, and display products and brands with all their hearts, can we see whether the artist really understands, whether the artist's connotation, aesthetics, values and other consciousness levels can be close to it, and whether the artist can accurately, wonderfully and perfectly interpret this Parisian aristocratic luxury brand with a history of hundreds of years, so as to not only fit with the image, but also resonate with the spirit, quality and value.

"Oh? Are you sure? Xiao Liang's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the simple action made the heroic spirit of the only man instantly cover the enchantment created by his facial features.

"What do you say?" Su Mo's smile deepened slightly, like a bud blooming, dazzling people's eyes.

……

An hour passed quickly.

Each of the three groups sends one person to draw lots, and the order of the lottery determines the order of appearance.

Because the monsoon did not appear today, Wen Xiaohu, who was the only one who stayed in the backstage rest area, took on the "heavy responsibility" of drawing lots as a matter of course.

He trotted over excitedly, his hands spinning and spinning in the box, and finally suddenly grabbed a ball, picked it up with a smile and looked at it.

Uh, the sweet smiling face instantly stiffened.

The big Arabic numeral "3" was printed on the ball, which made Wen Xiaohu, who boasted that his luck had always been so good, immediately collapsed.

It's just that even if he doesn't want to, he has to slowly take out his mobile phone and report the "bad news" to Su Mo.

Who knew that after Su Mo heard it, he only asked about the order of Qiao Yuhong and Leng Anqin's appearance, and comforted Xiaohu, who was crying with a sad face, and hung up the phone.

Wen Xiaohu stared blankly at the blackened screen, blinking those cute big eyes, not knowing whether Su Mo was satisfied with the order of the third appearance.

Forget it, no matter how you think about it anyway, you can't change the order.

Wen Xiaohu optimistically finished explaining himself, and began to look forward to the live show later.

……

……

On the top floor of the Century Hotel, in a huge study.

Sit at your desk and bury yourself in a pile of papers.

He didn't move even a little bit in the middle of the ring, he didn't even turn a page of the document, and the high-end custom fountain pen didn't even touch the paper.

Time passed minute by minute, and if it weren't for the ticking of the second hand on the study's ancient and delicate floor-to-ceiling clock, it is estimated that anyone who saw this scene would have thought that time had stood still, or that they were hallucinating......

I don't know how long it took, but the "fixed" for a long time finally moved.

Throwing the expensive fountain pen to the side and leaning back on the back of the chair, his arms resting on the armrests on both sides relatively tightly, his head slightly raised, his eyes sharper than those of a falcon were closed, and his chest rose and fell slowly and largely, as if he was suppressing some intense emotions and stabilizing his disordered mind through deep breathing.

"Brother Xia, Brother Xia~~~"

"Brother Xia~~~ Qingqing misses you so much~~~"

"Brother Xia hates it~~~ Uncle Xiaohei obviously helped Qingqing change his face, why is he still recognized by you......"

"Brother Xia~~~ We haven't seen each other for three months! Have you ever wanted to be clear? ”

"Brother Xia~~~ Qingqing misses you so much~~~"

"I ...... Yes...... Think...... You...... Target...... Summer...... Elder brother...... Brother ......"

……

"Bang-" A fist slammed into the desk, and the hard material of the desk was smashed into a deep crack by him.

What's going on, why do you suddenly remember so many things from the past?!

Qingqing's voice, why did it suddenly echo so densely in his mind?!

No, his life in Huaxia during this time obviously made his heart close to calm, why was it suddenly disrupted again?

He knew that although Qingqing was born abroad, she loved Huaxia deeply, and he also knew that she had to stay in Huaxia for a period of time every year, especially in Kyoto, where many places left her shadow.

Therefore, after she left, he left everything in his family and came to Huaxia alone, just to see the places she mentioned, to cover the land she had set foot on, and to breathe the air she had breathed......

Only then did he feel that he was still with her...... And this kind of companionship gradually restored his heart, which had become manic due to her departure, to calm down.

Just today...... Why is my heart so chaotic today......

This moment of hearing her voice, recalling the feeling of tumbling and being re-screened little by little, although it is beautiful, makes his blood sometimes cold and hot, his heart beats fast and sometimes slow, and the manic factor ferments little by little, revives, multiplies, spreads, and rages......

Calm down!.hicks.lindberg! You have to stay calm!

Don't let the beast dominate your soul, and don't let emotions take control of your body!

You have to stay calm! calm_down！

Just kept hypnotizing himself, and patiently calmed down his inner restlessness little by little.

Finally, in the end, reason triumphed over genes, and his heart slowly returned to calm, and the last circle of ripples was completely suppressed.

A second before his tense body was finally able to relax, the figure of the girl in the elevator suddenly appeared in front of him.

Su Mo!

For some reason, her back when she left the elevator was instantly replayed, which shocked her whole body, and suddenly felt so familiar, so familiar......

This back...... This back......

No, it's not! It's not the same!

This back looks exactly the same as Qingqing's at first glance, and when you look at it again after blinking, you will find that Su Mo is taller and healthier than Qingqing.

But......

It always felt as if he had captured something and ignored something......

His eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were even colder than the snow lotus on the top of the mountain that day, making it impossible to approach.

"Turn on the hidden camera and aim at Su Mo!" (To be continued) I580()